Lyrics:
keep lookin' like I'm one that fakin'
That could say a lot about the culture that we live in
I just gonna shoot my shot shouting goodbye haters see ya
Tsss, I got to take some time to myself real quick, like, I got to go on, like, a lil' drive real quick, ma
I'ma be back, like, I'ma let you know
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
Niggas fakin
On the guys, these niggas hatin
Uh, I need me a break
But shit, I can't be chillin
Thought by now, I have a million
Can't stop chasin
Say I
I ain't finna fake it
Bitch I've come to fuckin' make it
When I get that fuckin' paycheck I'm like fuck it I'ma break it
Uh
Fuck up
Bitch you fakin
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
all the dough like a bakery
You fakin', ain't with all the fakery
You look like a jake or a snake to me
Yeah
Takin' off
Light up the pack and I'm takin'
I don’t fuck wit’ too many cause niggas be fakin’ and shit and it’s crazy because they be bummin’
And them niggas be pussy they don’t wanna come do no
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
and bye
K-I-N-G, Lil Durk why
P-O-L-O, Lil Durk fly
Fifty of that, bro I'm high
Man you know that Kush (Kush)
They be hatin', they be fakin'
In my
blind post like what you sayin'?
Baby If I gave you all my heart please don't be breakin' it
Lil baby is you really showin' love or you just fakin' it
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
is 7x all I know uggh/
(Dip flavor 3x at all times I keep it playa/
Put my life inside my songs yeah/
Hell yeah cuz it ain't no fakin' yeeeah/)
VERSE
My lil' nigga, he gon' handle that, I could get a nigga whacked
Fuck that lil' ho, she a nat-nat
I could get a nigga kidnapped, I could get a nigga
fakin
Now it's my turn yeah i'm heating up like i'm lil baby
Got the slim 9 thang ready to do a nigga shady
I been activated I ain't have to hear sada
Had
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (dumb as fuck)
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (brrah)
I told my PO
one
You got a gun, okay, you not the only one
My lil' brother got killed, he not the only one
Heard that fuck, nigga, hey, he not the only one
I swear
My team be on job
We be going the hardest
Was gone for a minute
Just like Mr carter
Now that I'm back
Ima go even harder
I avracadavra like I'm Harry
your friend
I'm not impressed by you at all, so you won't see me again
Her and I rock a wedding, so we can not speak again
Graduated out the streets,
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